Composer: English folk tune, harm. Ralph Vaughan Williams, 1906

Author: Bianco da Siena, d. 1434; trans. Richard Frederick Littledale, Jr., 1867, alt.

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VERSE 1:
Come down, O love divine,
seek thou this soul of mine,
and visit me with thine own passion glowing;
O Comforter, draw near,
within my heart appear,
and kindle it, thy holy flame bestowing.

VERSE 2:
O let it freely burn,
till earthly passions turn
to dust and ashes in its heat consuming;
and let thy glorious light
shine ever on my sight,
and clothe me 'round, the while my path illuming.

VERSE 3:
Let holy love to thee
mine outward vesture be,
and lowliness become mine inner clothing;
true lowliness of heart,
which takes the humbler part,
and for its own shortcomings weeps with sorrow.

VERSE 4:
And so the yearning strong,
to which the soul will long,
shall far surpass the pow'r of human telling;
for none can know its grace,
till Christ create a place
wherein the Holy Spirit makes a dwelling.